Ain't NOTHING easy about Sunday morning...

Friday, November 12, 2004

I feel the fight.

What is that?
It's a sublte downfall...
Everything feels FINE...
Everything is better than ever...perfect.
And then you look up one day and realize that things aren't perfect anymore...
You look up and notice that you should've noticed this last week.
And in creeps the loathing.

I can feel the fight.
Something's after me.
Slowly and steadily.


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